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In alley bare the Phantom comes
A lone man waits for him
Moments pass and the Composer appears
They eye each other carefully

Two strangers stand together now
The man will guide them too
They stand so far apart this time
As though they're still alone

In the dankest rotten alleyway
A crowd awaits the two
The Flight at head and prisoners gagged
He holds one by the hair

The Phantom sees him as the boy
Who'd spoken to the cops
The Composer sees a forgotten friend
But he can't see her now

The Flight strides forward with maliciousness
Etching all his features
He opens up his arms to speak
And welcome them all there

"For once we're all gathered together
The two who've halted me
I'm glad you're here for now you'll see
Just how high I'll rise."


Next Week: The Flight's Speech